This is the fourth installment in the continuing gay adventures of the men of Genoa City. All original characters are the property of CPT Holdings and this story is not meant to implicate anything about the sexuality of the actors who portray these roles in the actual television production. If you haven't seen the show, I hope this will inspire you to check it out. You must be of legal age to read this sexually explicit material. Many thanks to Brett, Chad, and all the others who have written with their comments and suggestions. The author, of course, maintains copyright to this material.
Paris, France.
Bradley Carlton had been in France for less than a week and was already homesick for the United States and his life in the midwestern town of Genoa City. Over the past few weeks his existence had taken a decided turn and a former enemy had become a desired lover. For most of his thirty-odd years, Brad had been the sex stud for a long list of lusty ladies but recent events had turned him into a panting fuckhole for wealthy business magnate Victor Newman. Sure, Brad still took pleasure from female pussy---Newman's wife was still in his stable---but bottoming for Victor had become his passion. There was a certain sense of kink in the knowledge that both he and Victor were plowing Mrs. Newman---Nikki---while, unbeknownst to her, Victor was deep-dicking him. Brad had fantasies of a threesome with the Newmans: Nikki spread out on silk sheets, gorgeous legs spread wide while Brad feasted on her perfumed pussy as Victor piston-fucked his upturned ass. Hell, after the threesome he had just had with Newman and his son, they could turn it into a family affair! And if young and sassy Victoria joined the party it would be an all-out orgy!
He had come to Paris on business which had, surprisingly, been wrapped up in a few short days, leaving Brad free to enjoy some of the sights of the so-called romantic city. But after many long afternoons perusing museums and antique shoppes, and selecting gifts for the Newmans from the many boutiques, Brad had an overwhelming desire to return home. His tight ass itched for the invasion of Victor's humongous twelve-inch battering ram. While in Paris, he had enjoyed assignations with a fair mademoiselle or two, and the cute hotel bellhop had frenched him well into dawn, but there was nothing like the taste of Newman cock. Thankfully, his plane was departing in the morning and soon the fire between his legs would be squelched.
An exquisite dinner of poached honey-roasted duck at the Lucas Carton at Place de la Madeleine, accompanied by a fine bottle of wine, capped off his final day in the foreign country. Briefly considering spending a few hours at one of the city's hip jazz clubs or strolling the romantic streets of Montemarte, Brad opted instead to return to his accomodations and enjoy a sound night's sleep. The Grand Hotel, located on the right bank at Pavillon de la Reine. was a five-story 17th-century structure with rooms facing a quaint courtyard and an intimate masculine lounge with polished woodwork and comfortable leather armchairs. Stopping briefly to enjoy a nightcap and browse through one of the available magazines, Brad settled into a chair facing the lobby and inhaled the sweet smelling scent of the other patron's cigar smoke.
Engrossed in an article about stock trading, Brad failed to notice another man enter the lounge and come to an abrupt halt upon spying the strikingly handsome American seated there. Recovering from his initial surprise, the newcomer sauntered across the room in his tan western boots and stood before the other man.
"Well, imagine this, two Americans in France and both from the same town," he spoke. "What are you doing here, Carlton?"
Brad looked up in surprise from his magazine and into the soothingly blue, long-lashed fringed eyes of Cole Howard.
"Howard," he greeted, rising from his seat to shake hands, "I guess this proves the old cliche about this being a small world, doesn't it? I've just finished completing some business here and am returning to Genoa City tomorrow. And what brings you to Paris?"
Crossing his arms across his chest, Cole rocked on the heels of his trademark boots. "Research for my latest book," he announced. "I was supposed to meet a contact here, but the desk clerk tells me he's been detained. Do you mind if I join you?"
Brad motioned to a vacant chair and set aside his magazine, much more interested in his new company. Cole Howard was a published novelist, and a fine-looking man. There was something almost pretty about his good looks, yet everything about the man exuded masculinity. He was tall and lean, with dark wavy hair which fell carelessly across his forehead. Dressed as usual in a casual shirt, unbuttoned to midchest, and tight faded jeans, Cole was an impressive figure. His first marriage had been to the precocious young daughter of Victor Newman; his second, to Victor's former love Ashley Abbott. He had left Genoa City some time ago to pursue a career overseas, leaving behind the women who had loved him.
The crisp, efficient waiter brought Cole an imported beer which he drank straight from the long-necked bottle while Brad filled him in on the latest events back home. Cole seemed genuinely concerned about Victoria's recent troubles with an anonymous stalker, but was pleased that ex-wife Ashley had gotten on with her life following their divorce. He was aware that Brad and Ash were friends, as well as former in-laws via Brad's failed marriage to Tracy (whose husband, in turn, was Cole's publisher). Although the two men were acquainted through others, they were totally dissimilar and had rarely socialized. For the first time, Bradley took inspection of the celebrated author, discovering that he liked what he saw. A familiar yearning began to gnaw in his groin.
Finishing the brew, Cole glanced at his watch and turned to look back towards the lobby. Brad's eyes dropped to the impressive bulge in the writer's skin-tight jeans as he hungrily moistened his lips with a slow swipe of the tongue. Howard had one hell of a basket there and Bradley was growing hornier by the second.
"Looks like I've been stood up," Cole announced in his slight drawl as he once again faced Brad. "The little bastard was supposed to meet me here to share some information necessary to my book."
Brad feigned interest while trying to determine if the good-looking man was attainable. "What's your new novel about?"
"Actually, it's a work of historical fiction," Cole replied, pleased that Brad appeared interested. "I'm setting it in France of the 1500s and examining the decadence of the royalty in that era."
"Decadence?" Brad raised an eyebrow.
"Sure," Cole went on. "I plan for this to be an examination of the sexual and social mores of the period. The fellow who was to have met me tonight is a self-professed authority on male homosexuality throughout the ages---a subject, I must admit, I know very little about, but which seems to have been prevalent during the Renaissance."
Bradley nearly fell off his chair at this last statement. If Cole needed a lesson in man to man mating, he was more than willing to help out with the writer's research. Instead, he suggested that Cole try to contact the man from his room telephone upstairs, leaving a note at the front desk as to where he could be located should the man appear in the interim. To his delight, Howard agreed.
Upstairs, in the privacy of Carlton's luxurious room, Cole placed a series of telephone calls, but his search appeared to be fruitless. Brad poured a cognac for them from the wet bar and hungrily observed the rise and fall of the other man's Adam's apple as Cole swallowed the heavy intoxicating liquid. His eyes locked with Howard's clear blue irises as he moved closer to take the empty shot glass from his hand. Standing abreast of the younger hunk, Brad's hand shot out and took hold of Cole's protruding basket and squeezed the massive bulge.
Cole appeared surprised, but failed to back away from Bradley's firm grasp. Swallowing nervously, he spoke quietly, "Brad, what do you think you're doing?"
Brad kneaded the mound in Cole's pants and replied teasingly, "Helping you with your research, of course." Moving in closer, he pressed his muscular body into the other man, reaching around behind to hold him tight, and planted his moist lips on Cole's neck. Sliding his tongue up the smooth skin, he nibbled at the lobe of one ear, and then slid his tongue provocatively into the warm canal.
Heavy breath catching deep in his throat, Cole sighed, "Oh fuck, Carlton, what are you doing to me? I never knew you were into men."
"Neither did I," Brad revealed, rubbing his day's stubble of beard against Cole's cheek as he planted wet kisses , "until recently. Do you want me to stop?"
"Well, I-I don't know," Cole stammered. "I've never done anything like this before. I don't think---"
Bradley silenced Howard by planting his lips firmly on the other man's and sliding his tongue between Cole's lips. Cole grumbled something inaudible and reached up to grasp Brad by his muscular shoulders as if to fend him off, but Brad had him clutched in a tight embrace. He bruised Howard's lips with his fevered kiss while his slippery tongue investigated the sweet, wet inner confines. Slowly, Cole responded. The hands at Bradley's shoulders began to caress the hard muscle and Cole's mouith began to move with his. Their tongues met tentatively and danced together teasingly. Brad sucked hungrily from the straight man's mouth, hands running up and down the taut frame of his back while their pelvises mashed together.
Reaching down, Brad released his one-eyed monster from the confines of his trousers and then assisted Cole's prick into freedom. Grasping the cock by its base, Brad traveled up the stiff rod and was delighted to determine Cole to be his equal in size. At least eight inches of mandick pulsed in the palm of his hand as Brad began to stroke the throbbing member. Running his palm up the underside of the smooth dick. he circled the sensitive cockhead with his fist and felt Howard's loins jump at his touch. Grasping his own lonely cock, Brad joined them together in his talented hands and fucked Cole's prick with his own. The twin cocks feverishly rode against each other, the heavy vein on the underside of the handsome rods pulsating excitedly.
Allowing the dueling dicks to engage in a lusty cock-fight, Brad freed his hands to fumble with the buttons of Cole's shirt and pulled it back to rest on the expanse of his shoulders, exposing a smooth, hairless chest. With his prick grinding against the young author's, Brad deliberately ran his flesh-starved hands up over the curves of Howard's heaving chest and toyed with the small, erect nipples. All the while, the tip of his tongue flicked sexily with Cole's, even as their mouiths parted. Brad looked into the handsome face of Victor Newman's ex-son-in-law, whose long lashes parted dreamily to reveal sexy blue pools of sparkling color which reflected Carlton's errant lust. Hastily removing his own shirt, Bradley grasped Cole by the back of his head and pulled him to his mouth once again, his libido incensed.
Convinced that the alcohol had distorted his logic, Cole allowed himself to be taken along by the muscular stud who held him securely in his bulging arms. He had never been fondled by another man and was finding this new experience curiously exhiliarating. The roughness of the male touch was proving to be a major aphrodisiac. Cole had to admit to himself that he thoroughly enjoyed the feel of Brad's lips. The sexual impulses which surged through his body as their tongues worked together lifted him into a newfound level of euphoria. Running his hands up the shapely V of Carlton's finely toned back, he pulled the Greek god tighter into his body so that their chests and pelvises crushed together.
"Guess there are no objections from you, Howard," Brad whispered huskily into his ear as his lips marked a wet trail along the side of Cole's corded neck.
Though his breathing was heavy, and beads of sweat were covering his brow and dampening his dark hair, Cole sighed, "It's been so long. Not since Ashley. I need it so bad. Do me, Carlton, just fucking do me!"
Bradley stepped away from the man. Slowly, and seductively, he slid out of his trousers and contoured underwear to reveal his gym-sculpted perfection. Try as he might, Cole could not prevent himself from scoping out the other man's body from toe to head. Brad was certainly one hell of a hunk of man with his sexy hourglass shape: wide, proud shoulders; bulging biceps; curved pectorals with huge brown erect nipples; strong, rippled abdominals; narrow, tight waistline; curved hips; carved quads and powerful calves visually enhanced the powerful erection which rose from his manicured groin. Cole felt almost ashamed as he removed his own clothing to reveal his runner's body, but the manner in which Carlton's eyes rode over his tight slimness soon squelched any insecurities he might have felt.
Brad moved towards the door of the other room and Cole followed with shaky legs. He was led into the large bedroom of the elegantly furnished suite and took a place at the foot of the expansive canopied bed while Carlton silently lit several candles. Extinguishing the electrical lighting, Brad allowed the room to bask in a flickering romantic glow. Cole Howard appeared even more desirable as alternating shadows danced upon his quivering nakedness. Brad purposely advanced on the man and roughly shot his strong arms out to push Howard off-balance and onto the soft bed. Cole sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress, grateful to be off his weakened legs, but nervously unsure of what was to happen next.
As Brad bent at the waist and slid his hands along the other man's thighs, Cole swallowed heavily and again mumbled, "I-I've never done anything like this before."
Brad winked as he reached out and took hold of Cole's bobbing member. "Just leave everything to me, Howard. I know exactly how to take care of you. I've had a very experienced instructor."
Cole offered no protest as Bradley sunk to his knees in front of him and took the fully erect pisser into his mouth. Throwing back his head, Howard growled wildly at the feel of another man on his leaking pillar of lust. Bradley sucked a few hard inches into his overly eager mouth, running his tongue up the underside of the shaft and wrapping it around the blood-engorged head. Gradually, he swallowed inch after inch of pulsing thickness until the fat cock head was buried deep in his throat. Brad feasted on the hot man cock. slowing coming up to take a breath of air before stuffing his face again.
Howard's hips began to buck, shoving his big dick down Carlton's gaping gullet and back up into the wider opening of his mouth, where he was met with a delicious tongue lashing. His inflated ballsac bounced off Brad's chin. A steady flow of dick juice leaked from his piss slit to mix with Bradley's abudant saliva and pave the way for a slick throat-fuck. The excess drool spilled from the sides of his feverishly working lips. The hungrier he became, the faster Bradley sucked and licked at the tasty meat slamming into his throat. He wanted nothing more than to have his mouth filled with Cole Howard's thick cream and to savor this straight man's first load to another man, before swallowing it all down and filling his belly with the nectar of male essence. But, at the same time, he had every desire to prolong the encounter so that he might hear the younger buck begging for release.
Working his sensuous lips around the massive knob of cock, Brad feasted on the sensitiive head. Sucking on the tender skin, he probed gently at the oozing eye while stroking the exposed length of spit-soaked shaft with his hand. Cupping the low-hanging peach-fuzz coated ballbag with his other hand, Brad soon had the novelist writhing like a snake under his expert touch. Stretching his jaws wide, Carlton went down on the hard shaft once again, his throat muscles squeezing the hot meat while his handsome face plunged up and down on the veiny cock.
"Oh, yeah, Carlton," Howard panted. "That feels sooooooooooo good. Don't stop, man! Please don't stop! I need to get off. Help me get off!"
Propping himself up on one elbow, Cole reached down with the other hand to entangle his long writer's fingers in Bradley's thick hair, holding the macho hunk's head in place on his cock. Brad needed no assistance; his lips were locked in place on the hot sausage and he had no intention of letting go. The flickering candlelight caught in Cole's angelic eyes, giving him an almost ethereal appearance, prompting Brad to fist his own cock as he feasted on the good-looking man's meat. If only Victor could see him now, he fleetingly thought, sucking the dick of Newman's daughter's ex-husband. Victor would most certainly punish him---perhaps in the basement dungeon where Bradley had lost his ass-cherry to the older stud. Such thoughts caused Carlton to suck the big hetero dick with renewed vigor.
As the hefty nuts in his hand began to tighten against the cute man's bucking body and his breath grew shorter and heavier, Brad determined that Cole was very near to orgasm. While he fervently desired the taste of Howard's cocksnot, Brad was not yet ready for the initiation to end. Forcing himself off the glorious length of mandick, Brad buried his face in the moist, sensitive spot below the balls, sucking and licking at the sweaty flesh. Cole attempted to reach for his cock and beat himself off, but Brad grasped his wrists and forced his hands away. Howard fell back on the bed, a sheen of perspiration coating his torso as he panted huskily and ran his hands through sweat-soaked hair.
Grasping the prone man by his calves, Brad lifted sinewy legs up and backwards, exposing the smooth tight mounds of butt cheeks and the tiny asterisk planted dead center. Cole held his breath, uncertain of Bradley's next move and wondering if he should call a halt to the festivities before it went any farther. But Brad had no intention of affording him that opportunity. Moving forward, he snaked out his long pink tongue and darted it teasingly at the rubbery lips of Cole's spanking-clean manhole. Gliding his tongue along the slick crack, Brad moistened the fine line of dark hair which surrounded the tight hole on an otherwise smooth and taut ass. Massaging the delectable buns with his hands, Brad got comfortable and zeroed in on the wrinkled pink pucker which heretofore had only experienced one use. Brad intended to teach his apt pupil that a man's bunghole had another quite enjoyable function.
Taking hold of his lightly hairy legs from behind the knees, Cole lifted his upper body so as to more clearly observe the treatment Carlton was delivering to his asshole. With his body coiled into a ball, Brad's face was only slightly over a foot away from his own. Cole watched in astonishment as Carlton slurped along the hair-lined asscrack, stopping occasionally to dart the tip of his tongue against the pulsing shitter. No one, man or woman, had ever touched him there before. For a brief moment a wave of guilt made him consider pushing Brad away, but the powerful sensations engulfing his lean body proved too strong. Instead he watched in wide-eyed wonder as Carlton attacked his hole.
Brad plunged his handsome face into the funky asscrack, his tongue pressing more firmly against the tightly closed raisin. His tongue flicks became more probing until finally he succeeded in breaking through the sweet asshole. Cole's mouth fell open with a long "aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh" as Carlton reamed out his ass walls. savoring the pungent nectar. His fully distended tongue probed the slimy butthole as the palms of his hands worked to spread Howard's ass trench wider. Howard was uncontrollably circling his ass against Carlton's face, literally screwing himself on the invading tongue.
Swirling his mouth muscle around inside the hot, tangy ass, Brad planted his lips on Howard's sweet hole and drank his tasty ass juice. Pre-cum was flowing liberally from Cole's swollen knob as Brad dined on the young author's shithole. The straight man was putty in his hands and there was nothing Brad couldn't coax him into by this point. He settled into a nice, leisurely ass munch, savoring the fruits of his labor. With each passing moment, Howard's sphincter relaxed until he was a wide, gaping hole begging to be taken by the adoring muscle god.
Bradley continued with his seductive tongue washing until his loins could stand no more. Rising, he leaned forward to cover Cole's mouth with his ass-scented lips. Howard was enthusiastically receptive, sloshing his tongue inside Brad's mouth just as the other man had done to his manhole. Reaching down to take hold of his fat eight incher, Brad rubbed it along the hairy trench, coating him with thick jizz and positioned the bulbous head at the winking hole.
"I'm going to fuck your pretty ass, Howard," he roughly announced.
Cole licked his lips nervously, still holding his thighs wide apart. "I don't know, Carlton. I don't think I can take it."
Brad smiled devilishly. "Oh, you can take it, baby. I've gotten you nicely loosened up. And I promise I'll be gentle."
Cole relaxed momentarily and Brad seized the moment. Flexing his loins, he rammed his bloated knob through the virgin hole and embedded half his length in the spittle soaked ass channel. Cole's sapphire eyes shot wide open, his even white teeth gnashed together and his entire body tensed at the unexpected force of Bradley's powerful intrusion. Strangely, as the rest of his body tightened, Cole's asshole relaxed and Bradley plunged the remainder of his hard shaft into the warm sinkhole.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Cole cried out. "IT FUCKING HURTS! TAKE IT OUT!"
"Not on your life!" Brad snarled back at him and began to pump his pelvis, sliding the thick piece of meat in and out of the oh-so-tight manhole. Cole remained stiffened as Carlton ripped into him, the tight chute gripping him like a vise. His heavy balls smacked up against the handsome writer's butt with each deliberate thrust while his fat cockhead burrowed itself deep in the other man's warm belly. Pulling almost all the way out, he allowed the pulsing head to momentarily linger at the stretched assring before raging back in.
Cole whimpered as the hot hunk pummeled his prostate time and again. He tore at his own soaked, thick hair and then wisely gripped the bed coverings on either side of him, balling them into a knot in his hands, as his head rolled from side to side. Brad showed no mercy, thrusting his meat into the wet bunghole, his pelvic bone slamming against the base of Howard's genitals. The hot sweetness inside him began to loosen and Brad knew Cole was entering that euphoric state where the pain of his busted man-cherry was dissolving into forbidden pleasure.
"Oh, yeah!" he panted. "Fuck me, big boy! Fuck my virgin asshole with that big dick! Oh yeah, that's it! FUCK ME HARDER! Oh Oh Oh Oh OHHHHHHHHH! It feels SOOOOOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD! I'm getting FUCKED! I'm REALLY getting FUCKED!"
Dirty bedroom talk from the sexy stud, only a few years his junior, turned Brad into a battering bull. Splitting those gorgeous melons with his joystick, Bradley rammed into the fiery love tunnel with increased ferocity. Slipping into overdrive, he hammered Cole's shitter like a man possessed. The talented beginner met each thrust eagerly, tightening his inner muscles to grip the thick length of cock as if not wanting to let it go.
"You want it bad, don't you, Howard?" he managed through the fevered exertion.
"Oh, yeah," Cole cooed back at him. "I want that big fuckin' cock, Carlton. FUCK my ass, man! Fuck it good!"
Bradley shivered with excitement. Cole's tender asslips were sucking him in now, forcing resistance to his outward pull. The slippery wetness inside his heaving fuckhole caused undeniable sensations to every exposed nerve on Brad's battering cock shaft. Carlton raped the cock slut's juicy ass, burying himself deep in man butt, reveling in the feel of ass muscle clenching his hard member. With every twist and turn, he drilled Howard with his crank until he could hold back no longer.
Slamming all the way up into his new partner one final time, Bradley's muscular body bucked as hot jizz boiled up out of his boner and exploded into the fiery furnace of Cole's colon. He blew load after load of mancum against the inner walls of the well-fucked shitter, pumping his own jizz and feeling it squish around his expanded cockhead. Not until he was certain that every drop of man juice had been drained from his prick did Brad make a move to extricate himself from the vacuum of Cole's manhole.
The younger man still writhed on the bed, reaching now to take his own thick cock in hand and pump it furiously. Bending down, Brad took the engorged head into his mouth and flicked his tongue around the sensitive glans. It didn't take long before Cole was flooding his mouth with hot, white cum. The tasty jism splashed back against his tonsils and Brad drank thirstily from the spasming cock. He sucked and licked at the exploding cockhead until Cole was merely dry-humping his face. Howard fell back motionless, reflective in the aftermath of the hottest sex he'd experienced in his short life.
After a long, warm shower both men lay in bed together, Bradley's strong arm encircling Cole's slim waist as he pulled the man's back into the curve of his chest. The sex slave of Victor Newman felt satisfied that he had conquered his own fuck buddy, and wondered how he could introduce the two in his contuining quest for homosexual fulfllment.
"Anytime you decide to visit Genoa City," he told the relaxing stud, "you have a place to stay."
"Well," Cole responded in his slight midwestern twang, "I'll have to plan a trip real soon. I want a crack at that hot ass of yours."
Reaching up to cup a solid pectoral, Brad whispered hungrily into his ear, "My plane doesn't leave until ten. That leaves us a few more hours."
Cole smiled lopsidedly and turned to stretch his body across the muscle stud. "Then I say we'd better get right to it," he said, his tongue darting past Carlton's lips.
They sucked and fucked well into daylight and, later that morning, as the plane taxied down the runway on its return flight to the States, there was one empty seat on board . . . . .